Lois: You’ve just been hit by lightning, you’re stark naked, and, uh, Ты don’t even remember your own name. Ты have a fairly loose definition of “fine.”
Lois: [Still holding onto Clark's arm, she walks him down the hall.] Do Ты know how many people are struck by lightning every year? Hardly any. Ты know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up by Остаться в живых drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little еще вперед motion.
Clark: Ты talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence,...
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